You know that I love useful signs and labels, but I loathe the Baby on Board sign. It might as well read, "I've been fortunate enough to procreate (even though the jury's out on whether that was a good idea); therefore, you need to be extra cautious when driving around me." As if I should try harder not to hit you. In other words, I kind of want to punch these people in the face.
Today, after a quick jaunt to the mall to pick up some necessities (read: nothing glamorous here) I got cut off while entering the Beltway by -- you guessed it! -- some jerk sporting a Baby on Board sign.
I'll keep this in mind for next September when I introduce a new crop of freshmen to the concept of irony.